Best Angel Falls Poems


Premium Member Angel Falls, Usa

11/2/2023

* Angel Falls! Is a fictitious name for a city.
  It has nothing to do with angels. *


Do you ever truly wonder who you are?
Perchance a being, with the heart of a star?

Who in this vast world are we anyway? 
Stumbling along on this grassy, human pathway!

Thinking we are gods with pens, telling each 
other what to do, where and when??
To all this, conceit, I say ,Amen and Amen!

I have done all of this, too and far more.
As if one can find respect or love in trophies galore? 

Sought the loud applause of the loving poet crowd.
Sometimes, in the end, you get in your back, a nice,
sharp sword.!

I am sure poets have experienced this sharp angst 
throughout history.
Forgetting, that “the other” is possibly,far more important 
and significant than we!

It is simply a fact, I wake to, every now and then.
What good can I do for another, besides impressing them 
with a very dull and inglorious pen!

Our mortal ends do come sooner, alas, than we think..
I am certain there is far more to do in life, than pen, with my 
dull, insipid  ink!
                 
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Note…. I an finding these poems I wrote a few years ago.
I thought of erasing them?  No reason to.! It is still  timely.
Let me know if you understand me, hugs, Pamgie

Angel Falls

Angel Falls

The water fell from a height, Oh! So great,
Ah what fun it was underneath to bathe.

The sun glistened on your clear water,
Signifying the heart of a person, so pure,
And your height,
Signifying a person so mighty, yet so humble

What wonder it was to see your rocks through the flowing water,
The brown rocks and the mud that flowed,
The beautiful clean water as it fell,
Through your wondrous height.

Ah what peace it gives to see your water,
That flows into the river,
Forever and ever.

Premium Member Angel Falls

Uninterrupted gurgle of nature,
From creator's heavenly reservoirs;
Bubbling, rippling, trickling white trans-nature,
Ceaselessly penning watery memoirs;
Is Tethys, the water-goddess, weeping?
Or eternally shedding tears of joy?
Or constantly irrigating the earth?
Immaculate white pearls are seen creeping,
Midst white-noise, as though rough pebbles decoy,
Angelic water tentatively mirth...!!!

It is, indeed, a revelation, grand,
That the Angel falls has her connection;
To India, my precious mother land,
With her cosmically linking flexion;
There's a young celestial Indian kid, 
Who could speak the language of every bird,
And make them mesmerized by his power;
Magic and charming enchantments he did,
Each plant and tree, in his hands, he did gird,
He took huge pleasure in sun and shower...! 

Crescent tumult of cascading funnels,
Erupting, like water-volcanoes, hot;
Twisting and turning through rocky tunnels,
Caressing and Kissing even soil rot;
Did the Absolute, in your dream, prompt you,
To quench each grass those earnestly aspire,
That a little drop of yours wet their lips...?
When I touched and hugged you I received too,
Blazing of the Holy-Ghost-like fire,
That, so far, like my mother's love, tight-grips...!!!


03 May2022


Premium Member Angel Falls, Any Country

* Angel Falls! Is a fictitious name for a city.
  It has nothing to do with angels. *

Do you ever wonder who you are?
Perchance a being , with the heart of a star?

Who in the world are we anyway? 
Stumbling  on this human pathway!

Thinking we are gods with pens, telling each other 
what to do, where and when.
To all this, I say ,Amen!

I have done all of this, too and more.
As if one can buy respect or love in a poetry store!

Sought the applause of the poet crowd.
In the end, you get in your back, a nice, sharp sword.

I am sure poets have experienced this angst throughout 
history.
Forgetting, “the other” is far more important and signicant 
than we.

It is simply a fact, I wake to now and then.
What good can I do for another, besides
impressing them with an inglorious pen.

Our mortal ends do come sooner, alas, than 
we think.
I am certain there is far more to do , than
pen, with my dull, insipid  ink!


                      9/23/2021

Premium Member Angel Falls

Uninterrupted gurgle of nature,
From creator's heavenly reservoirs;
Bubbling, rippling, trickling white trans-nature,
Ceaselessly penning watery memoirs;
Is Tethys, the water-goddess, weeping?
Or eternally shedding tears of joy?
Or constantly irrigating the earth?
Immaculate white pearls are seen creeping,
Midst white-noise, as though rough pebbles decoy,
Angelic water tentatively mirth...!!!

It's, indeed, a revaluation, grand,
That the Angel falls has her connection;
To India, my precious mother land,
With her cosmically linking flexion;
There's a young angelic Indian kid, 
Who could speak the language of every bird,
And make them mesmerized by his power;
Magic and charming enchantments he did,
Each plant and tree, in his hands, he did gird,
He took huge pleasure in sun and shower...! 

Crescent tumult of cascading funnels,
Erupting, like water-volcanoes, hot;
Twisting and turning through rocky tunnels,
Caressing and Kissing even soil rot;
Did the Absolute, in your dream, prompt you?
To quench each grass those earnestly aspire,
That a little drops of yours wet their lips;
When I touched and hugged you I received too,
Blazing of the Holy-Ghost-like fire,
That, so far, like my mother's love, tight-grips...!!!


03 May 2022

El salto Angel Falls!!

El salto Ángel Falls in Venezuela, about 1000 meters (3281 ft).

it is Angel Falls
waterfall in the whole world ~
tallest and highest!


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